Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 13:22:08 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 06/14 (t+m+m adult-youth)

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ALAIN'S DIARY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on October 8th, 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ALAIN'S DIARY" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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Part 6


August 22nd 1972, Tuesday

Fantastic! It went really fucking well, better was not possible! More
than I could guess imagine, yesterday. I met a guy... F A B U L O U S !!!

But I have to start from the beginning.

Yesterday evening Thibaud and I had a date in front of the Chevron
gasoline stand, behind the station, exactly at eleven. I go and he still
is not there. I wait, wait and think that perhaps he changed his mind
but instead he finally comes and says: "Always determined to try?" And
I: "I don't know, and you?" and he: "I do this only for you, out of
friendship, for you said you are curious. I prefer whores. But now, here
we are, so..." And I: "Come on, you are not sorry to get a small free
service, even if it is from a fag." And he laughs and says: "It could
be. It is the first time I've come here."

While we go, I ask him again for some information, but he is vague; it's
clear that he too doesn't know too much. We go to the freight-yard; we
take the paved road going parallel to the dead tracks, then he turn to
the right. Where he turns there is a narrow dirt lane going out straight
among the tall bushes of an untilled field. He says: "Here, it must be
this lane. They say that one has to go inside here, among the bushes.
Let's see." We go. I feel my heart beating. We walk for a while then he
enters the bushes. I follow him. All seems deserted, but after we go
forward a while, I start to notice shadows here and there slowly moving
like us. Therefore there is somebody. I always follow Thibaud and we
pass in front of a fat man, around sixty years old, his tool out of his
fly, slowly beating it and staring at us. Thibaud walks straight on and
I follow suit.

Then I catch a glimpse of two shadows that move almost united, Thibaud
touches my arm and say in a whisper: "Look, those two are fucking like
rabbits." And giggles. We continue to roam amongst the bushes. Then we
see a boy in his twenties, standing leaning against a tree. When he sees
us coming, he brushes his fly. Thibaud says: "I'll try with this one.
You go on." And I: "What, are you leaving me alone?" "Sure, I don't feel
like doing it in front of you." "But with the Spanish whore, we did it
together, you weren't ashamed!" And he: "But she was a woman. That's
different. Come on, we will meet again on the paved road."

So I continue to walk for a while, then I stop, looking back. Thibaud is
now in front of the boy and is feeling his crotch. Also the boy is
fingering Thibaud's fly. Then I see Thibaud taking the boy's arm and
they disappear into the bushes. At first I think about following them to
watch. But then I fear that Thibaud would see me and possibly get mad. I
look around and see nobody. I feel somewhat lost and also a little
scared. I take some more steps forward, and out comes a guy in my
direction. That guy, when we cross, looks straight in my eyes then
touches me there. I don't know what gets into me, but I turn around and
rapidly take the way back. When I look back, I see that the guy is
following me. He is a man around thirty-five years old. I could not tell
why, but I don't feel like trying with that one, I don't like him, so I
walk faster. When I reach the dirt lane I turn again to look back - the
guy stopped near a bush, has now his thing out and he beats himself
looking at me. I start again to walk fast, until I can't see him any
more. Then I stop - my heart is beating strong. I think that it would be
better if I go back to the paved road to wait for Thibaud.

So I start to walk towards the main lane and when at last I arrive
there, I almost collide with someone who is coming, so I stop and,
confused, say: "Sorry, I didn't see you..." and look at him. The guy
smiles and says: "But I saw you - you are a really beautiful boy."

I look at him - a boy not yet twenty-five years old, around Philippe's
age, but as beautiful as to be breathtaking. I continue looking at him
spellbound. He has light blond hair, and is wearing a white T shirt with
short sleeves that wraps tight around his athletic chest. Two strong
arms - not like those of a Tarzan but normal and beautiful - come out of
it. Black, very tight jeans with a very nice, protruding basket and
white tennis shoes. But what hits me is his face. To say he is beautiful
is to say too little. He has a perfect mouth, straight and soft, a nose
that is just right, straight and perfect too. Eyes, clear as water and
deep as a well, are smiling at me, under straight and well-parted
eyebrows. I feel lost inside those eyes.

He looks at me for a while then says, with a warm, manly, somehow sweet
voice: "Well, what's up?" And I: "Nothing, nothing sir, sorry..." But I
don't move and continue to look at him like I'm in a dream. And he says:
"Please don't call me sir. We are almost the same age. How old are you?"
"Seventeen" He looks at me more carefully and says: "I thought twenty.
My name is Jacques. Yours?" "Alain." I am seized by strong confusion. I
think I want to have sex with him and think about what I should to do.
Maybe touch him between his legs as Thibaud did with that guy? Simply
tell him I want him? But Jacques says: "Would you like to stay a while
with me?" I nod yes and he asks: "Want do you like to do?" "I don't know
anything. A little of everything, I think." And he: "Good, Are you
coming with me?" I again nod yes. He turns and walks. I follow - and see
he is turning towards the paved road.

"Where are we going? Don't we do it here?" I ask, and he: "No, Alain, I
have a car. We will go to a quieter place where they can't look at us
and there will be no people coming to annoy us." I feel somewhat
hesitant but, not even thinking about Thibaud, follow him. On the paved
road I see an old white Simca parked, and a blue 4hp that were not there
before. He opens the door of the Simca and has me get in. I sit near him
and he asks: "You don't have a place, do you?" I think about Philippe's
house but then I think that I cannot take a person I don't know there,
so I say no. He says: "That's a shame; I don't have a place either. We
will do it here in my car, but we will move to a safer place I know."
And he starts the engine. I do nothing but sit looking at him and am
already aroused. He, while driving, stretches out his hand and touches
me, feels my hard on and smiles. But then he pulls his hand away. With
his car we go toward the main highway, then he turns onto a dirt road
and from there, he goes under a bridge under the main highway and shuts
off the engine.

I ask him: "Here?" And he: "Yes, here it is safe. This is a road leading
only to fields, there are no houses, and only farmers with their wagons
pass here, but never at night, of course. Undress. Go on," he says while
adjusting the seat backs, tilting them backwards. We both undress. His
body is dreamlike, perfect. He is all perfect. When he pulls his briefs
off, I see that he is really beautiful there also. I can't believe my
luck. But then, besides being gorgeous, he touches me in such a way that
I feel I'm going crazy with pleasure. When he sees that I am really
turned on, he gets on top of me but upside down and we start a wonderful
sixty-nine. He then lightly pinches my nipples and I feel such an
intense pleasure that I cum at once, and I'm scared he will be pissed
off. Instead, he just lets me cum; swallowing it all while he caresses
my balls and teases my nipples. When he senses that there is nothing
more he pulls off and asks me: "Do you feel like turning on your belly,
Alain?"

I understand he wants to put it inside me, and is game at once. I turn.
He covers my body and takes me. He is really skilled - he enters me
without hurting me at all, and moves up and down in a way that gives me
strong pleasure, too. As we writhe together, he touches me all over so
that, even if I just came, it continues to be wonderful. He takes his
time before cumming, from time to time slowing down, and I think I am
dying with pleasure. Then, when he too has come, he makes me turn again,
and embraces me, and kisses me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. It is
the first time I am kissed in that way, and that also is fabulous. He
looks at me, smiles, caresses my cheek and says: "For me it has been
really beautiful, Alain. For you too?" And I: "Fantastic, Jacques. I
really loved it very much." And he: "Have you already gone with many
guys?" "You are the second one." And he, smiling: "I guessed so, almost
a virgin. How long have you known you are gay?" And I ask him: "What
does gay mean?" And he: "that's a word coming from America, and means
happy. But it is used to refer to a male who loves to do it with males."
"Ah, a fag!" I say, and he: "It's better saying gay than fag. And I
prefer it. Anyway, has it been a long time?" "No, I understood it just a
little while ago. And you?" "I? Almost ten years ago. I was younger than
you." Then he kisses me again as he did before and I feel like flying...
Then he moves away from me and says: "Let's dress, now." While we dress,
we talk a little. I'm sorry seeing his body disappearing again under his
clothes. What a shame to hide such a body.

Then I remember Thibaud and ask him if he can take me back were we met.
He takes me there and when he stops to let me out, I tell him: "I would
to meet you again, Jacques." And he: "I too would like that very much,
Alain. I come here every two weeks, always on Tuesday, between 10 and 11
in the evening. Will you be here in two weeks?" And I: "You can bet on
it!" We say goodbye and he goes away.

Thibaud is not on the road, so I think he is possibly still inside
fucking, and am about to go looking for him among the bushes when he
comes out. He was somewhat pissed off because he says that he has been
looking around for me for a while. "Where did you go to?" He says, and
I: "I've been looking for you for thirty minutes but it is like a maze
here. How many did you fuck?" He starts to giggle and says: "Two. Why,
how many did you fuck?" But I don't want to tell him about Jacques, so I
say: "No one. I just met old people. You got the only young ones." He
laughs and says: "The second one was young too. The first one was almost
as good as a whore. He made me enjoy his ass like a real artist. Then
the second one worked me with his mouth and - even if I just came - he
put it back in shape and made me cum again." So I say: "Therefore you
liked it." And he: "The first one enjoyed my cock in his ass so much,
and how I was fucking him, that he wants to meet me again tomorrow
evening." "Will you come?" "No way! Even if it was fun. If you want, I
can pass him on to you. His name is Jean Michel he is here on vacation;
he lives at his sister's place. He comes from Paris and he is a dancer.
He says that tomorrow evening he will wait for me, and I told him I will
come, but I'm not so stupid."

So, merrily chatting, we went back home. But as for me, I don't know,
but I don't give a shit for that dancer. And anyway tomorrow Philippe
will be back. Then, in two weeks I'll meet Jacques again. Unless he too
wants to play me a dirty trick as Thibaud does to the dancer. I hope it
will really not be so. Jacques, besides being so beautiful, does sex in
a special way. He is really great, a lot better than Philippe. And I
like how he kisses.

29th of August 1972, Wednesday

Today, when work was over, I went back to Philippe's house. He was
already back home and was waiting for me, stark naked in his bed. In
short, we had sex at once. He says that he missed me. But he also told
me that at the sea resort he did it with a seaman from Toulon who was
ashore while his boat was being loaded, a boy nineteen years old. He
said that they met every night for six days, in the bed and breakfast
where the boy stayed. But he says that he likes doing it with me more.
Then he asked about me and I told him that I just beat myself, alone,
but that yesterday I met Jacques. He says that he never went there,
although he knows that you can find guys there, because he says that he
is afraid to run into somebody he knows. I told him that if even that
happens, it means that the other is there for the same reason and
therefore, what harm could there be? And he says: "No, just think what
would happen if Thibaud saw me taking it in my mouth or in my ass! I
would be ruined." I hadn't thought of that, so I said to myself - Thank
god Jacques took me to a safe place.

Philippe asked me if Jacques is better than him in bed. I said: "In bed
you are better," because I didn't want to offend him. Moreover, since I
did it with Jacques in his car and not in a bed, I didn't even tell him
a lie.

August 22nd, '72, Saturday

Philippe just continues to ask me about Jacques, how he was, what he
wore, what car he had, and if I remembered the plate number... I think
he is trying to find out if it is somebody he knows, but it seems that
he can't. He tells me that possibly Jacques is not his real name, that
he too would never tell his true name, and I too had better not say
mine. Then he wants to know in detail what we did, and how and if he
dated me, and if I want to go or not. I feel that he would like to go to
meet Jacques...

At times Philippe makes me paranoid. Seeing how easily he tried it with
me, I would never have guessed that he would be so afraid and full of
problems. Anyway, I like having sex with him. Even if he is less
beautiful and less skilled than Jacques, he is a handsome man and he,
too, is great in bed.

August 27th 1972, Sunday

Dad discovered that Babette smokes and gave her a bad time. It is her
boyfriend who gave her cigarettes. Then he grilled me too. Happily I
don't smoke. I prefer giving head. Now Babette is upstairs in her room,
crying. It is possibly because he is afraid we will waste money. It is
true, he doesn't smoke, but he goes at times to the tavern with Bernard,
so he has to spend some money, of course. But perhaps the reason is
something else.

Just yesterday evening Bernard came to call him. Bernard is around
thirty. He is tall, lean, not handsome but not ugly either, and he is
likeable. Who knows what he does for sex? He is not yet married. Could
he too be like me, like Philippe? Well, that doesn't mean he is. I would
like it if there was a way to know it, because it would be easier
finding somebody to have fun with. With Bernard I could even do it. It's
not that Philippe is not enough for me. Moreover I'll meet Jacques
again. But if I knew he was game, I could even try Bernard just to see
how he does it.

If he is not playing me a dirty trick, I should meet Jacques on
September 5th. Then school starts again but I can possibly meet Jacques
again on September 19th (if I tell them at home I am spending the night
at Philippe's - if he would to cover for me). But perhaps I'm letting my
fantasy run too far. First I have to see if I meet Jacques again, and if
he gives me another date.

School starts again on September 11th. So I'll meet Robert again. I have
to try to become his friend, and then try it with him. At times I think
that I must be something of a whore, as I would like to do it with many
people. Thibaud, Bernard, Robert, Kurt, Didier... and even other people.
For instance with the son of our family doctor, Gilbert. Or even with
the boy at the gasoline stand on the main road just out of my village. I
don't know his name, but he has a well shaped body. He comes from the
next village on his moped. Then there is also the boy at the farm where
I go to buy the milk. If I'm not wrong, his name is Claude. Once I saw
him bare chest and with short shorts - really not bad at all. He must be
twenty years old or close to it. And from time to time he touches
himself there, but not on purpose, I think, possibly just to set
everything right. If one wears underpants that are a little too loose,
things get out of place and it is annoying.

8/31/72 - Thursday

Thibaud asked me if I went again behind the freight yard. I told him no,
as after all I'm not so interested in that. So he asked me if I want to
go again with the Spanish whore for another double with him. I said that
today I don't feel like it, so he didn't insist. Is it possible that he
likes seeing me naked while I'm fucking?

For a while now, when I go to the toilet, I don't care so much to look
at my work mates pulling it out. But today at the toilet Jean, after
pulling it out, just stood there, his tool hard and straight up, and he
didn't piss or touch it either. Nothing. I think that he is possibly
trying with me. But I feel nothing for Jean. He is not my type.
Moreover, I don't want him to know about me. So I pretended to see
nothing, finished my business and left.


5th of September 1972, Tuesday

I finally met Jacques again.

When I went out of Philippe's house, he said: "Are you going to meet
that one at the freight-yard?" And I: "Sure." And he: "Be careful, but
have fun."

While I was going there, I was a little troubled, a little excited, and
a little hesitant. I really was afraid he would play me a dirty trick
and not come. Instead when I got there, the Simca was already there, the
lights off. My heart started to beat fast, I was so happy.

He sees me and flashes the lights. I run there, he opens the door, I
enter and sit near him just saying: "Hi!" and he says: "You came! I was
afraid you'd changed your mind." And I say: "Me too, I was afraid of
that." And he: "Instead, you came. I'm really happy, you know?" He
drives us at once to the same place as last time. "I brought a blanket,"
he says, "so we can do it out of the car, where there's more space.
Anyway it is still warm." I say nothing but start to undress and he too
undresses. He is really beautiful, just looking at him already makes me
throb.

When he starts to touch me, my whole body responds. I am so turned on!
He notices: "You like it, don't you?" And I: "Fucking hell, sure I like
it! You are a wizard." I try to touch him the way he does me, and I see
it makes him hot and happy. Then he embraces me and kisses me in my
mouth. God, how great it is. My legs tremble. We lie down on the blanket
and go wild. This time he asks me to take him, then takes me, and I
really couldn't say which I like best. Both are wonderful. And his eyes
and his smile and his kisses... God, it has really been great.

Afterwards, his caresses and his kisses, his smile and... We dress
again, he embraces me and looks in my eyes with a wonderful expression
and says: "You will come in two weeks, won't you?" And I: "Yes, I would
like a lot. But on the 11th school will start again, and I don't know if
I can stay here in St. Etienne for the night of the 19th." He asks me:
"But don't you want to meet me again?" And I: "Heck, yes! Way yes! But I
told you - now I am working and I live here at my friend's. After,
instead, I'll go back home every afternoon, so on the night I'm no
longer here, I'm not free. If on Tuesday the 19th my parents allow me to
stay here at my friend's, of course I'll come! But I can't be sure now,
do you understand? I swear to you that I'll really try. I'm not talking
just to talk. I don't want to play you a dirty trick. I too want to meet
with you again, I like you very much!"

We get in the car and he looks at me and says: "Among all the boys I've
met in these years, you are one of the best, really. I don't say the
best, because we have met only twice. But I really like you, you know,
so very much!" I look at him and say: "I have been with just a few
people, but you are way the best. Having sex with you is wonderful. I'd
never stop. It's a shame we don't have a place, a bed..." And he: "Yes,
it's a shame." He takes me back to the freight-yard and when we say
goodbye he gives me another of his fantastic kisses. He really kisses
like a god!

I go back to Philippe's house. He is already sleeping but as soon as I
slip in his bed he wakes up and says: "So then, you had fun?" and I:
"Hell yes, it was super." And he: "I beat off thinking about you two. I
would like to look at you two. Did he fuck you or you him?" "Both ways."
"And does he give good head?" "Sure," "Good," he says and turns on the
other side and at once falls asleep. I think that it will be difficult
to meet Jacques, but I want to. Tomorrow I'll talk with Philippe. I hope
he will help me without too much fuss and that my parents will say yes.

Above all, it matters that my parents say yes, because even if Philippe
makes a fuss, I'll just tell my parents that I will spend the night at
Philippe's and then sleep in the fields or in the station, or somewhere,
after I make love with Jacques.


9th of September 1972, Saturday

This morning is the last day at work. Monday school starts. I asked
Philippe if sometime I can sleep at his place when I'm attending school
and his wife will be back home. He says yes, as they can have the child
sleep in the big bed with them and I can use the couch in the living
room. Then he smiles cunningly and says: "I bet it is because of your
new conquest at the freight-yard." And I: "Yes, that too." "Are you by
any chance falling in love with that guy?" I burst out laughing and say:
"Come on! I just like fucking with him." How can he think I can fall in
love? Two males fuck; they don't fall in love, do they? Then a thought:
"But if, when I meet him, I come back to your home very late, won't your
wife think it weird?" "No, Alain, I'll just let her think you are
spending the evening with a girl, and she will think that's normal.
You'll see. We can say you took her to a disco, and it would be normal
for you to be late. Don't worry." And we both burst into laughter; I
have now just to find a good pretext with mum and dad to stop in St.
Etienne sometimes.

So, this afternoon I told my mother: "You know, now that I am in my last
year, Philippe said that if at times I want to sleep at their home, it's
OK with him." And mum: "Yes, but what need is there? You leave school
early and Didier always gives you a ride on his bike, doesn't he?" "Yes,
that's true. But at times, when there is a test the next day, or a
review, it would be better if I stay to study late with my mates, and
that I don't waste time. Almost all of my school mates live in St.
Etienne, and if I can spend the night there sometimes, I can stay at
their homes to study until late." And mom: "Yes, but it is not good to
take advantage of people, even if Philippe and his wife are so kind."
"But, mum, it was Philippe who suggested this to me. I didn't ask him.
He knows that this year I have to take the graduation tests. It would
only be two or three times each month, not much more..." Then mum said:
"Well, maybe just a few times... We are lucky that Philippe likes you,
and that there are people who will help us. Next time you meet Philippe
and his wife, you'll take them a good cake and some fruit, to thank
them."

So, it's done! On the 19th, I'll meet Jacques again. Just this thought
makes me happy. I like it with Philippe, but with Jacques it is
different. It is a completely different thing. Jacques makes me feel I'm
important for him, that it is not just a fuck and farewell. Well,
Philippe is kind with me too. He is my friend. But Jacques is more...
tender. I hope that Jacques will not get tired of me. From the clothes
he wears, and from the car he has, I would say that he too is a plain
workman. But how beautiful he is, and the way he talks and moves he
could even be a great lord - a prince, if they still exist. My charming
prince.


10th of September 1972, Sunday

Babette changed her boyfriend again. It is the third one. The one she
dates now is a boy I know, one year older than me. His name is Fernand
and he is a blacksmith at Pilette's. A fairly good-looking boy, it's a
pity he has crooked teeth, but as long as he doesn't smile you don't
notice that. He always wears tight trousers and seems well endowed, to
judge by the basket he shows. Who knows if Babette does something with
him or not? Possibly she too noticed that nice property and thought
she'd take out a mortgage on it.

Eric and Etienne are growing up well. Also Did" who, next year, will
start primary school. Now he is sleeping and as usual he is nice when he
sleeps. When he is awake, he is something of a pest but I love him all
the same. I think he will grow up to be a really beautiful boy.

This evening Bernard came to call dad for their visit to the tavern.
While dad was changing his clothes, Bernard and I talked a little. He
asked me what I'm doing, if I like studying and some things like that.
He said that he would have liked to study but that his father sent him
into the mine at fourteen. Then asked me if I have a girlfriend and I
told him a lie: "There is a girl I sort of like, but I can't make up my
mind." And he: "You have to show you are determined, you know? Or women
will laugh at you." So I asked him: "Do you have a woman?" "No, not now.
I spend too many hours in the mine and when I come out I just want to
sleep, somewhat like your dad. I just go out on Sunday or at times with
your father, who is a good friend." When dad came, they went away,

Sure, Bernard is not Jacques and not Philippe either. He is less
beautiful, less interesting. But he is not bad at all. Possibly a little
too lean, but he has good muscles and, all considered, he is a discrete
male. Who knows why he doesn't have a woman? Nothing, just fantasies.
And between Bernard and Thibaud, anyway, I still prefer Thibaud. Then
Robert. Bernard comes fifth, therefore, among those I know a little
better and with whom I would like to fuck. Ah no, he comes sixth, as
Kurt comes for sure before him. I could class Kurt possibly after
Philippe and before Thibaud... or possibly after Thibaud but before
Robert, I don't know. I just know that Jacques comes before all them, a
lot before.

11th of September 1972, Monday

Today school started again. We are all there again. Didier is a little
less handsome. Robert, instead, is more handsome. Solange is as always.
Patrick and Francois seem to have quarreled, so they ignore each other.
It's strange not to see those two glued together any more. Benoit is now
with Marie France and Michel courts Josiane. There is a new mate coming
from Nancy whose name is Yves Lenoir and it seems that he is really
snobbish and that's a shame as he could be a really handsome boy.

Seeing Robert I again felt the yen to try with him - if what Didier told
me is true, it would be game for sure. But I don't know if I am his
type. Perhaps he doesn't like me, sexually.

They say that the PE teacher got married this summer to a girl from
Bordeaux. I remember when I saw him taking a shower... I wonder if he is
as skilled at fucking as he is skilled in the sports he teaches us. He
has a regulation tool, rather beautiful. Think of a class all composed
of fags - of gays, as Jacques would say! - including the teachers (well,
excluding the English teacher who is too much like a toad and excluding
the women, of course). There would need to be tests for fucking, for
oral sex, reviews of sixty-nine techniques, text preparation on fucking
asses, study of hard dicks...

All the Profs say that as this is the last year, the year of graduation,
it will be the hardest one. They are probably trying to scare us to make
us study harder. We have a new Mathematics teacher who resembles Alain
Delon. Girls do nothing but talk about him. But he doesn't appeal to me,
even though I don't think I would say no if he propositioned me. But I
would prefer the PE teacher... on the mat for the high jump...

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CONTINUES IN PART 7

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